Aimee leans into the hug, hooking her chin over Maeve's shoulder.

"I've got to tell you something, love," she says as she leans back. She looks at Maeve seriously, eyebrows ticked into a worried arc. "I don't think this is Moordale." Then, like she knows Maeve will think she's crazy, she gestures back towards the street. "D'you see how they're all driving on the wrong sides? One of 'em almost drove right into me!"